The Juggle ( 100 Days of Poetry ) {Day #90}
Juggling this and juggling that,
the roses smell themselves
and the books stay on the shelves.
The songs remain unrecorded,
finished but unwritten.
All for what ? Why?
I don't even know how to reply.
This modern living wreaks of anxiety.
Find a job, find a spouse, have kids,
build a house and enjoy it if you can.
What a grand plan.
The ropes we were taught
seem to have been bought
at the shopping mall,
beside the home of the Jones'.
Atavism reappearing
in the clones.
Art by Michael Parkes
6.6. 2018
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the roses smell themselves
and the books stay on the shelves.
The songs remain unrecorded,
finished but unwritten.
I don't even know how to reply.
This modern living wreaks of anxiety.
Find a job, find a spouse, have kids,
build a house and enjoy it if you can.
What a grand plan.
seem to have been bought
at the shopping mall,
beside the home of the Jones'.
Atavism reappearing
in the clones.
See the original post about the competition here
Join the Steemit School discord group for the latest info on the contest, free classes on a variety of topics, how to be successful on steemit and more awesome good stuff.
Thank you for reading! I appreciate it.
Wow! Such a touching poem, I am in awe of how this poem summed up my current view of life! The struggle is real! Great work once again @dmilliz
Thanks man!
I think So many people feel this way at one point or another. The waves of life I guess :)
Thanks man!
I think So many people feel this way at one point or another. The waves of life I guess :)
Oh, my friend! In this you have so much fabric to cut. The complaint against life is not complaint, in itself, it is reproach. The circle in which they have imprisoned us, selling us a vision, a way of life already wrapped and packaged ready to be lived, as if we were a series of robotic creations.
I love these lines:
Your life already has a life designed by another, your dreams do not matter, because this is what there is:
A hug, dear!
Yes indeed,it is time to break the mold and be free ( if possible ), So many things we do for the sake of culture or thats what we see everyone else doing. It is time we stop and think why we do the things we do.